moment, from another point of view
We were crossin' the bridge on the way ter the Ram I think. Well I were singin' summat an' I din't really see the other crowd till they started in on Joe.
'E sort o'stumbled against this girl and the lad what were wi' 'er started yellin' at 'im.
I pulled at Joe's sleeve. Leave it, I said, but I don't think 'e 'eard me. Well it wun't be like Joe ter ignore a jibe like that bearded bloke threw at 'im. It's a matter of 'onour, in't it?
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